A/N: I wanted to put pieces from Riders on the Storm in here but I figured that was a copyright infringement waiting to happen.

"John."

John barely heard his name being called as he sat half-dressed, engrossed in a biography about Jim Morrison. He'd picked it up at the book store on his way into town, and he hadn't put it down since he pulled into the back parking lot of the arena. It was just too interesting—he was Morrison's age already, and he'd barely done anything that could live up to the standard of becoming him.

"John."

His birthday was in less than four months, and then he'd be twenty-eight. He was going to get older and forgotten, while Jim stayed young and famous forever. How could he pull off being a star when he barely had anything to his name?

"John!"

John finally looked up at Melina. He could tell she was pissed just by the way her mouth twisted while her hands were on her hips. "What?" he asked dazedly.

"You need to get ready."

"Oh." John looked at the cover quickly, then at the page. "I've got one more paragraph before—"

"No." She plucked it from his hands and thumped it closed, tossing it onto the coffee table in front of him. "Get dressed, fix your hair, and meet me outside."

John watched his girlfriend leave, and he sighed, leaning over to snag the book. He'd just gotten to the part about Jim's wacky relationship with Pam, and how they loved each other, but they weren't exactly loyal. He couldn't begin to imagine how fucking pissed Melina would be if he cheated on her.

The door opened again, Melina standing there with her mouth open. "Put the book down!"

"Melina, I'm almost—"

"I'm not going to get in trouble because your sorry ass decided to learn how to read. We're supposed to be in the ring in five minutes."

"Melina, seriously—"

"I bet Morrison never read while he was supposed to be getting ready for shows. Aren't you emulating him?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Then put the book down and get ready!" She went to slam the door, but she stopped, turning back to him. "I mean it, John."

He cringed as she shut the door so hard it bounced back, staying open just a crack. He sighed and got up to change, but his eyes fell to the brunette standing in the doorway.

"Hiya, John."

He sighed again, dropping his book onto the couch. "Hey, Mickie."

"What's the matter?"

He shook his head. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"Come on, John. Tell me. I won't tell, I promise."

He smiled weakly, waving her away. "No, really. I just need to get ready."

"Do you have a drug problem?"

John looked up quickly, blinking at the innocent girl before him. "Huh?"

"Drugs. Do you do drugs?"

"I, uh—no. No."

"Oh." She pouted slightly.

He glanced away awkwardly. "Why?"

She looked up, smiling. "I do."

He blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean like... hard drugs." She leaned in closer. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Uh... Yeah. I guess."

"I like pot." She grinned. "Do you?"

"I... I haven't smoked since I was a teenager."

"Oh. Well, you should."

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"Not if you don't get caught." She winked. "Good luck with your match!"

"You weren't supposed to kick me in the head, John." Melina frowned prettily and pressed the ice pack against her head. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"I know, Melina. I already apologized."

"Now, I have a bump." She touched it gingerly, wincing. "Is it bleeding?"

He pushed her hair back slightly. "No. You're good."

"Thank God." She glared at him. "You're so stupid. Where was your head?"

John sighed, crossing his arms. "I don't know. I guess I've just been stressed lately."

"Well chill out." She hopped down from the table she was sitting on, wobbling slightly. "I'm dizzy. I'm gonna go change and grab my stuff. Can we just go back to the hotel tonight?"

Mickie walked by and winked at John, and he couldn't help but turn his head as she sashayed down the hall.

Melina slapped his arm. "John!"

He looked back at her. "What?"

"One, did you even hear me? And two, don't check other girls out in front of me."

"I wasn't! I... She's a friend."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to get my stuff. You'll be waiting here?"

"Yes." He kissed her forehead. "I really am sorry."

She smiled slightly. "I guess I can forgive you."

"Great." He grinned. "I'll be here. Hurry back."

John watched Melina hurry off toward the locker room, leaving him with absolutely nothing as he leaned on the wall. He almost wished he'd gone with her to grab his book, but another minute with her and he might've blown his top. He loved her with all his heart, he really did, but there was just something about her lately that was pissing him off.

"Morrison."

The husky voice made him smile and he turned, looking down at Mickie. "Hey, Mickie."

She giggled, crossing her arms as she grinned up at him. "What are you doing?"

He glanced at the wall and thumped against it. "Leaning."

She laughed. "Hilarious, Morrison."

"I'm glad you call me Morrison. It's still Nitro for everyone else."

"Well, maybe I just want you to like me more."

John cocked his head, eyes flashing. "Well, maybe it's working."

Her laugh was throaty, her head falling back as it came out of her. She moved toward him slightly. "What are you doing right now?"

"Right now?" He glanced over his shoulder. "Why?"

"I'm gonna go get lit," she whispered. Her eyes danced. "Wanna join me?"

"Well, I—" He looked behind him again and stared down the empty hallway. Melina was gonna be back any minute. He knew he shouldn't go with her, but he—

"Come on, Morrison." She tugged his hand. "Live up to your name."

John looked back at Mickie. She was right. If he wanted to be Morrison, he should do a lot more than just change his hair and name.

And besides, Melina had told him to chill out.

"Come on," Mickie coaxed. "Be bad."

John growled and put his arm around her neck. "Where's your car?"

A/N: Just wanna say right now I don't know nor care if Mickie James does drugs/smokes pot. I don't even like her that much but she's the first girl that came to mind. Review.